Special Grade Cursed Spirits? Nothing but toys!

"Damn it! My hand... why can't I pull it back!"

Mahito's face contorted with terror.

His right hand, transformed into an enormous fleshy palm, remained frozen in midair barely three inches from Tobirama Uchiha's cheek.

No matter how hard he gritted his teeth and drove the special grade cursed energy within him, that palm seemed welded to the universe's underlying rules, unable to move an inch.

Cursed energy surged madly through him as he tried to escape the restraint by altering his soul's shape, but the surrounding space was as rigid as steel, pinning the very core of his soul in place.

"Before supreme laws, your struggles are utterly laughable."

Tobirama stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent. His silver hair stirred gently in the icy gale, while his scarlet Nine-Tomoe Tenseigan Rinnegan held not the slightest flicker of emotion.

"Idle Transfiguration is merely a petty trick that toys with the soul's surface."

"You aren't even qualified to be this emperor's opponent."

Tobirama's cold voice echoed through the hall and across the rooftop.

Behind him, Satoru Gojo's Six Eyes, hidden beneath his blindfold, twitched uncontrollably. Those eyes, capable of seeing the flow of magical power in all things, could not decipher the laws before him at that moment.

He could clearly see that Tobirama had not drawn on even a trace of this world's cursed energy.

This was absolute dominion, a power that stood above the rules of the entire world.

"So this is the Lord Sovereign's power..."

Utahime Iori cradled her warm teacup, her body trembling slightly with overwhelming fervor and adoration. Her beautiful eyes brimmed with mist as she stared fixedly at Tobirama's tall, mountainlike back.

She felt that as long as she stood behind this man, even if the sky collapsed, she would have